My sisters/ My heroes. Sheroes? Whatever….you know what I mean.

They raised raised me as I was pawned off on them in my early years and because of that, I had made an unspoken alliance with them. I was loyal to them because they showed me affection and attention – everything a child desires from their parents, my sisters provided.

L.G.B.T.Q, Who? Women, what? Rights? Psssh…never

“You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy? With your quiet words and impeccable style. Don’t let them steal your joy and your gentle ways, to keep them from running wild. They can kick dirt in your face, dress you down, and tell you that your place is in the middle, when they hate they way you